How To Train Your Endbringer の小説・ストーリー

And to be honest, there is no point worrying since its not like I’ll kill them or anything, just to teach them a small lesson so they’ll respect my pack a bit more. With that, I walked towards the centre of everyone’s view before speaking, “So should we start the lesson, first let me introduce myself. Starting from today, I’ll be one of your trainers, my name is Chris. And since this is the first time, we are meeting, you need to know something about me first” I said before hovering my gaze around the crowd of trainees before me. And lastly, I stopped my gaze at the group of girls who were tardy and disrespectful to Zack as they arrived at the training ground talking and gossiping without re

The part that spent years in that foster house hoping someone - anyone - would come. Lucien leans against the wall, his arms crossed, gaze unreadable. “Because the world doesn’t play fair. You need to learn how to hit back.” I stare down at the protein bar. My stomach turns. “I don’t know how to fight,” I whisper. “I barely even know who I am.” Ezra kneels in front of me, the usual mischief in his eyes softened with something more tender. “Then let’s find out together.” **** The training grounds behind the pack house are bigger than I realized. There’s a long stretch of cleared land, marked with worn targets, wooden dummies, obstacle courses, and what looks like a weapons rack straight out o

But now that Esther was taking her child back, Evander wanted to bring the little one home too, to help him bond with his two younger sisters. Otherwise, if he came back after being trained into a little ice cube, he’d surely scare his sisters. “Alright, since you all want Zion, I’ll bring him back too. The training ends early, and that’s that!” Training? Only four years old— ...

Terry smiled, "You should also train your body to build up a large endurance, you don't want to pass out when you run out of mana, so I want you to keep using up your mana until you're completely out. Then, once you're at the point before complete exhaustion, focus on replenishing your internal mana reservoir from the mana in the air. Then, once you feel you're back to at least the point where you're not completely exhausted, I want you to start over again." "But I still need a lot more practice in this current exercise. I'm not that familiar with it yet." "Don't be so modest. You've pretty much got it mTomed. I doubt there's much left I could teach you for this current exercise, so you shou

My father asked from behind me seeming to be rather agitated, whilst Bennett simply smiled placing his hands behind his back. “When you take as much time as I did training an individual, you are able to memorise their mannerisms and the way in which they hold themselves. If you are a good trainer, you seek to improve their stance which is something I had done with Iris, when she arrived at The Full Moon Pack, she lacked confidence, power and an ability to believe in herself, which caused her stance to be rather forward and looking down at the ground as though somebody would belittle her or cause her an issue.” Bennett began to explain speaking in that same trainer voice I heard for years, bu

The air was thick with the scent of ozone and burning sage. Today's training was focused on spatial manipulation—learning how to transport oneself from place to place. The instructor, an elder with sharp, avian features, stood in the center of the stone courtyard, demonstrating the technique. With a graceful, sweeping motion of her hand, she tore a seam right into the fabric of the air. A shimmering, circular tear appeared, revealing a glimpse of a sunlit forest thousands of miles away, before snapping shut just as quickly. "Focus your intent," the elder’s voice boomed. "See the destination in your mind, mold the ether with your hands, and slice through the physical barrier."

So beautiful and so perfect. And every time I looked at her, the priestess's words echoed in my head and tightened around my chest like chains. Lose her. Let her go. I couldn't. I simply couldn't. “First, we have to train your core.” I said. “We’ll run the entire pack every day. Three times daily.” “What?” “Yes. You build endurance first. In battle, it's not always about who swings the strongest. Sometimes it's about who can stay standing the longest.”

He had worked too hard to build this image—now this arrogant rival held it all in his grasp. The day dragged through classes and meetings, but Dane’s thoughts stayed fixed on the night ahead. By nine, he slipped out of the dorms and made his way to the hidden clearing, tucked behind thick brush and old trees. Moonlight barely pierced the canopy. Ezra waited, leaning against a tree with a duffel bag at his feet. “You showed. Smart.” “Let’s get this over with,” Dane said sharply. “What training can a track guy offer?” Ezra unzipped the bag, revealing resistance bands and weighted vests. “Library research on old techniques. Forcing the shift through stress and movement. Start with ten perimeter

"Did you start training at three?" "Yes. My father was quite strict. I had to be perfect. The training starts easy and it grows harder with time. I will train him just as I train you. You shall train him as well with the knowledge you possess that I do not. Our duty is to protect him, to raise him into the best version of himself." He says whilst sinking the paintbrushes into the water allowing the bristles to soften. Kneeling upon the ground I help him with the task. "I understand." Is all I say to him. I am simply not submitting to his words rather I acknowledge where he is coming from. It is the way of life and I trust him on this. I trust him with Kal.

Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her. Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.